Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by AZ. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.